Mrs. Cynosure Poems

as days go by
I miss talking to you
hearing you voice soths me and makes me soo happy
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what is the measure of one man
is it the measure of one's strength
I think not
is it the measure of one's stature such as height
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I’m so tired
I want to go to sleep
Im scared to go to
sleep
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I know that we are
Lab rats... Ginny pigs
We are people who are being tested
Experimented with
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There isn’t a day I don’t think of you
There isn’t a week tears don’t fall from my eyes
Cause for yet again another week passed by
That I’m not in your arms
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Your touch
Your kiss
Your voice
I can live with out one or maybe two of them
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I hate feelings
I hate being able to care
I hate feeling empty inside
when someone dose something
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never mercy me in the moon light
thou I shall mercy you
day or night
you shall be the weaker
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I fell like a horse that
has just been let in the stall for the night
as day turns to dusk
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good -bye my friend
I leave you this poem for at least some what of a closure
on are friendship a bond
that will last a life time and will live on forever
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